Sanders Sides One-shots

Sonnet (OTP - Analogical)

Ship: Analogical  (God, I missed this)

TW: Ehh, I think it's just swearing.

Hey guys, sorry for the late-ish update. I know it's technically not late, but it's not a daily update, so that sucks.

But I spent way too much time on the poems that I needed for this chapter, lol.

ALSO, I REINTRODUCED SOMETHING INTO THIS CHAPTER  THAT I HAVEN'T MENTIONED SINCE MY EARLIEST ONES. I'm interested in seeing who remembers that far back, lol.

Note is at the bottom!

It was happening all over again.

"Please! No!"

He couldn't be alone.

"Not again!"

He couldn't go back to what it was.

"I can't! Please! I can't!"

Why was this happening?

"Please... it hurts."

Did he deserve this?

"Why?"

Was it his fault?

"Please...someone! Please... just tell me why... Please. Please. I'm so sick of this. I'm so fucking sick of this. Just leave me be! Will my pain never be enough?!"

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Virgil laid there, his eyes bloodshot and sore, staring at the blank ceiling as if it had all the answers.

He hadn't been in this room in months. The door handle was stiff and the door creaked from its lack of use. The paint on the doorframe was beginning to crack and, in some parts, peel off.

The room itself was suffocating. But what could you expect from a room that hadn't been opened for months? The air was stuffy and difficult to breathe in, and he could still detect the faint smell of sweat and blood in the air.

And it was dark. The light that had been installed in it had long since burst. The shards of glass from the bulb still laid on the floor, unattended for who-knows-how-long. He'd been reluctant to enter the room to change it in the first place; it held so many memories that he wanted to forget.

But here he was again; his padded closet.

Never again had he thought he would ever find himself in the situation where he wanted to lock himself back in a room that was essentially soundproof; where no one would be able to hear his cries for help.

But, here he was.

And what, or who, cause Virgil to spiral back into the past?

Logan.

Logan had been rather distant for the past couple of weeks. And not subtly so either.

Whether it be moving to a different couch whenever he sat down, or leaving the room whenever he tried to speak to him, or avoiding eye contact or any form of conversation with him in situations where he couldn't escape, or making excuses to get away from him, he was distant.

And it hurt. God, it hurt.

Because, despite not wanting to, Virgil had gotten attached to him.

Because Logan was just so... Logan.